The third point of view:
Isabella woke up with a smile on her face. She turned and stretched as the morning sun filtered through the window curtain which prompted her eyes to fall on the figure sleeping beside her. The smile deepened and she cupped her mouth to prevent the giggles from escaping. God! She just lost her v-card last night. She had never felt this good and free.
Isabella rolled onto her side to face him, resting her chin in her palm as she took in his looks; the chiseled chest that had traces of their passion. A blush crept up her face but she ignored it, that reaction was practically normal considering what they did last night.
"Hey handsome, it's morning already," Isabella woke him up but Pedro simply stirred and turned the other way. She snorted, what a sleepy head.
